memoirs
Middle matters most in experiences
My four years at Wauwatosa East High School started in Mr. Bearden’s homeroom and will end in Señora O’Connell’s class. My senior year started with an eighteenth birthday full of college applications and will end with graduation.
It’s easy for me to remember my first minutes at East and my last minutes, the beginning and end of my senior year. But it’s not those beginnings or endings that matter, but instead, the days in between, the middle.
Sure, high school seems to have taken forever and it’s hard to think of those
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Like I said, they just get it.
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For the past four years, I like to think that I have been a “mini Carrie” for Wauwatosa East High School.
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During the process of writing this memoir, I weighed the different directions I could take it.
I finally decided to write some convoluted combination of a reflective and instructional memoir and proceeded with an air of caution because no doubt by the time I was finished I would have changed my mind a half a dozen more times.
I can’t help but wonder what high school has taught me. Plenty. I can’t (and won’t) pretend that I learned nothing, but I am fairly certain that I haven’t learned all that I should have, and that the same
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